Intro (We The Best) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rick Ross)
[DJ Khaled:]
Tryin to talk to 'em...
When there's no more music left
And the lights go out, all you hear is silence
I'll be that voice
(Give it to DJ Khaled for doin it
Y'all the big dog, Pitbull, Terror Squadians - YESSS!!)
Dade County, it's our time
The movement's here forever
And I won't stop 'til I see them devils
And I won't stop 'til I defeat the devils (nigga!)
They all told me that I would fail
They all told me that I would lose
But I'm right here, and I won't lose
Can't NOBODY stop me! I'm somebody
My brother Dre told you to BE somebody
Carol City know what I'm talkin about
The movement! (Fuck niggaz!)
I introduce you to..
[Rick Ross:]
.. Ross!
We the best of the best, fit of the fittest
Dead man gon' feel us the way I'm feelin this Phillie
No really we the best (we the best) and I'm the boss
Do I still hustle? Yes... I'm Ricky Ross
Started with the dirt now I'm travellin the world
In a new silver spurt buyin pieces of the Earth
Low mileage; don't need some
No smilin; I'm easin!
Rollin on that thang thang, when I lane change
Haters lookin at me crazy, boy I'ma bang bang
M-I-A yo, we the same gang
C.C. to Down South, e'rybody slang 'caine
Don't see another way, if you do show it to me
Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me
Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty
100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city
[DJ Khaled:]
I rep my city like a G's supposed ta [x3]
I rep my city like a G.. nigga!
Can't nobody stop me, I'm somebody
From this day on you gon' be somebody
We the best, we don't fear nobody
The movement nigga, LISTENNN!! [echoes]
The Movement (Skit) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. K. Foxx)
This just in, DJ Khaled is on the rrun
I repeat, he is on the run
Khaled is wanted by an evil assailant group, aphiliated with cencering the powerfull voice of the people
But the movement will not be stopped
Khaled, we got your back
We the best
This is K. Foxx reporting live from Dade County
We Takin' Over lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon, Birdman, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, T.I.)
[Akon]
Oh, oh
[Khaled]
DJ Khaled!
[Akon]
Konvict Music, yeah
[Khaled]
We the best
We takin' over
Listen!
[T.I.]
Ay, ay
Started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches
Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it
[Akon]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Rick Ross]
Triple C, Black Flag
We rich, yeah
[Khaled]
Listen!
[Rick Ross]
Boss, it's what I does
I get money everyday, everyday I does
That Benz, is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride
You better, move! Ak all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my neck
I'm (B.I.G.) like Diddy
Damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie of my city
Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
The rappers can get brain, stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous
Miami on fire, you better be, cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see that you know I'm from Port City
I run in 'cause Rick Ross is boss shit
[Akon]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Fat Joe]
Cribs Mania
Khaled!
BX, TS nigga
[Khaled]
Listen!
[Fat Joe]
Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'm a tell you like a g told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace
You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyes On Me
Fresh bandanna and I'm blowin' mad trees
Nigga please, I spit crack every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Khalid
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!
[Akon]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Khaled]
Listen!
[Birdman]
Birdman daddy, I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the fam', I'm gonna give him some
Spent that corner, he didn't run
Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long
Been a g in the game now my son on the throne
[Lil Wayne]
I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I am untamed, I need a leash
I am insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
and I like, my sprite easter pink
And my wrist special pah but the Mula's cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor
Red light! Red light! Stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?
[Akon]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Brown Paper Bag lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Woo we nikka (listen)
[Young Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can't tax money you dig me
[Rick Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my little dog money
Thank god for that brown paper bag that
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (c'mon)
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks alarm today
I'm that bin lading boy I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
you don't know the feeling when the villain peeling in the jag
Just staring at the ceiling 10 women that you had
I was at the center now I see you feeling just a (fag?)
[Lil Wayne]
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up in that
Brown paper bag (you're dig)
Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)
Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna motherfucking professional like Hershal Walker,
the talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die
But that's not important
Money's more important
And understand I been in that water like I was snorkeling
Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
Miami Khaled took me in like a orphan
Why did they start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
you heard what I said motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try and front as if you in the jag money
For the cash I'll blast anybody that
Brown paper bag (that that that that)
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (coka baby cribs mania)
Brown paper bag (we are simply the BEST the VERY BEST)
You all niggas want coka music
The costra nostra flow show you how to do this
Pen it so easy, a caveman can do it
Nigga we simply the best don't confuse it
I confuse it, critics be hating
Best album yet but give me the same rating
I'm waiting top of rap rushmore
Etched in stone runt top puns war
Unsure anythings possible
4mil spent bought out the art possible, I'm Picasso in the Versace suit, don't worry my nigga
Khaled I got you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that
BROWN PAPER BAG
BROWN PAPER BAG
I'm So Hood lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. T-Pain, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies)
DJ Khaled We're The Best
Who We Nigga
We're The Best
The Winner I Represent The Ghetto Across The World
And You Represent The Hood Two Hands In The Sky
[Chorus:]
I'm So Hood (Listen)
I Wear My Pants Below My Waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
'Cause You And Your Man Is Planning To Hate (I'm So Hood)
And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Taking about I'm Out The Hood
And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)
If You're Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talking about
Everybody Wanna Motherfucking Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (Bitch)
I Do It For The Hood
Bitch Ass Niggas I Do It 'Cause I Could
Heavy starch On My Jeans 4X On My White Tee
Living Life Like A G That's Why These Bitch Ass Niggas Wanna Fight Me
But I ain't Going Play With 'Em
Nu Uh Brother Left To AK Hit 'Em
Tough Niggas Get Fucked Up
And Put On Ice For The Rest Of They Life
I'm Straight Out The Hood Bra
See That's What I Do It For
My Low Class Ghetto Ass
Just Renewed My Ghetto Ass
[Chorus]
Ross Yeah 4 5 Off In the Ride
Four blunts For Me To Get High
Feel Buck When I Ride By (I'm So Hood)
I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies
Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies
Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood)
I Murder One Of You Fuck Niggas
Droppin' For You Last
You Know Coming Mad (I'm So Hood)
For Money For Mahem For Yayo And Millions
I Made 'Em, The Mayblock Is Mine, The City Is Mine (I'm so Hood)
[Chorus]
Damn my P O You all Can Tell her I Said It
violate me if She wants, she's Gonna Have To Come Catch Me
piss Test Me All You Want, I'm gonna Smoke When I'm Ready
Pants Hanging Off Me Now 'cause My Pistol Heavy (Hood)
I Ain't Spoke To You Yet Dawg, 'Cause I Ain't Friendly
I drank Yak homie, you all drink Cris
I Like Bust It Babies I don't Want No Boosy Bitch
I Never Buy A Phantom 28's Can't Fit
They Say I'm fed bound, They Call Me high risk
Full Bloody Goon, Lanes Make Me Sick
You Get 3 or 4 Birds where I'm from we call you rich
I'd Like To Thank The Hood Homie Is All Behind Me
[Chorus]
I'm So Hood
Trick Daddy, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Plies
Nigga We So Hood
We The Best
DJ Khaled Florida Stand Up
Let's Go
Hood
Before The Solution lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Beanie Sigel, Pooh Bear)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Yeah...
I represent loyalty
I am loyalty
I am the definition of loyalty
I represent the G's
Beanie Sigel
We The Best
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
All the bullshit stops here (Here)
Let's get this clear (Yeah)
Shoot rear, fresh off the top tear (Unhh)
What I'ma 'bout to do for you, is not fair
I'm not answerin' questions for you, dat are not clear
Whuddup with State Prop. the crew, when they not there?
The moment dat they heard it the verdict, when it wasn't clear
Ya boi had the city, yeah did they really disappear?
Jay really not visit there? Dame and Beans are they tight as it seems
Or is it all fabricated from dat same fabric
Now rip the rock marriage straight from seams
Thing's ain't what it seems but at time do tell, the truth shall prevail
Until then, you dudes bite yall nails in anticipation (Fuck)
I know you hate it why I got chu waitin? (Shiiit..) - I too, am waitin'
Gotta see a couple faces, when I make 'em face it
Truth dat is dat ya boy have patience (Yes!)
As a matter a fact, it's wearin' thin
But I tell you this tho, when the New Year begins
Pussies who got nuts 'cause I'm goin' all in
[Chorus: Pooh Bear]
Can you hear me (Ayyy), came for attention (Ayyy)
But it ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)
It ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)
I'm applyin' every ? in my ?? stays the same
It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)
It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)
Nah-uhhh..
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Now let's not get this misconstrued
To say dat diss record - I don't diss my dudes!
Outta respect I couldn't check my once fist tight crew
Never in front of you I couldn't get dat rude
Ionn give a fuck but I couldn't get dat crew
cause knowin what i do i can get like (Khh) ouu
You wanna know what I do, don't cha?
You'd love it if I told you lil' fuckers, won't cha?
Uh-unh, scrap gotta pay for this one
Sorry youngin', got to wait on this one (Yes)
The Solution, soon in stores
Date to be posted, until then - I'm on pause
[DJ Khaled (talkin'):]
Yeah, to DJ khaled aka We The Best
Beanie Sigel (Whudd!.. Ain't no more too it)
Give em more man, more
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
Well fuck it I don't wanna stop
Whatchu forgot the gun'll pop
Tell me who ya wanna rock
This true love, Roc-a-Fella 'till I die
Nigga keep it movin', don't get caught up in this drive-by
The break's over, ya boi 'bout to take over
If dat number one spot opens, give it here (Here)
Get my crown, dust of my chair
And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there
Back from the dead (Unhh) fresh off the prison tier
Daddy here to put the kids to bed (Get it clear!)
By the way, the wars on - you can't call it off
It's too late once the boss involved
Here I come!!
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
In life-There's real niggas... And there's fuck niggas...
See, We The Bess..
I worked my whole life to show these niggas...
DJ Khaled, Beanie Sigel!!
We The Bess
And all you fuck niggas, trynna divide and conquer crews...
NIGGA, WE THE REALESS~!!!
WE THE BESS!!
DJ Khaled, the beat nova-kane on this one..
Thankyou, but take you time.. And listin to the real...
We The Bess... I'M STARVIN'!!
I AIN'T EVER GON' STOP!!
Beanie, Mac!! I see ya, I'ma salute cha
I'm From The Ghetto lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. The Game, Jadakiss, Trick Daddy, Dre)
[DJ Khaled]
We the best
I represent the hood
I represent the ghetto
I represent the people
I represent you
LISTEN!!!
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[The Game]
Ayo Cali
Walk with me
Yeah thats what got me here
The chucks the khaki suits
All the swap meet years
The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks
Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop
Thats why I love the hood and everything we got
From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops
All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch
I'm that type of nigga yall made my city bigger dawg
Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss
So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs
When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas
Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project
From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so.....
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Jadakiss]
AAHHAA!!!
Yeah ugh
They know
Yeah ugh
Aint no help there just food stamps
Weight checks and welfare
Every man gone for self there
Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care
Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it
Everybody know eachother if not they realated
You can get shot or get bladed
Theres dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties
Six months five years for you just to cop out
Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out
Fights break out when you wired and start joking
Alot of OG's retired and started smokin
House party games of spade sweet kool-aid
Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid
So therefore I could never be too paid
I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
[Trick Daddy]
Haha
Tell me this how come
Black folks get a little doe
And forget where they come from
Man we used to have good times
But since you moved on up you aint cool with us
We still support you tho we dont see you much
You aint the first fool its cool with us
But why you living out your idols dreams
Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs
Now its cool that your adress changed
But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same
I guess new homies came with his fame
But see true homies will stay the same
Through all the up's and down's in your career
A couple wives few kids scattered here
And when you dead or broke without a deal
All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here
[Dre]
All the money in the world couldnt change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me
Holler this because.....
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
Hit 'Em Up lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Paul Wall, Bun B)
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'm comin down, I'm actin bad
I'm chunkin dueces and I'm choppin up the slab
I'm comin through, I'm tippin dime
I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin a clown [x2]
[Bun B:]
I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta
A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta
Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordaless cutta
Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda
What a f*cked up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario
Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial
They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial
Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go
Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and
Ni**a we got all ya soft in ya hands so don't pretend
Like this ain't what it was (was) or we ain't what you say (say)
I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day
Cause in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic
Watch what you say when we meet cause they know might get yo ass kicked
End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK ni**a
We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthaf*
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall:]
This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson
Choppin up tha slab, spokes turnin, bobbies searchin
Shoppers splergin, Caked up cause my pockets swoll
I'm callin plays, pullin broads, I just think and roll
I'm from that lone star, tippin dime dat candy car
Get it shined on 59, Lean and tuck I'll cut some more
Hoes wanna who we are, Fathers wanna know what we get
Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad cause they ain't hot
They ain't got the cash that I got,
They don't know what my hood 'bout
They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop
Countin cash and stackin not, South victory back to Scott
Crawlin like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch
I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho
Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin em off, you already know
Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh
A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best
[Chorus]
'S' On My Chest lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman)
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
[Lil Wayne:]
Reporting From Kim's Kinda Star
Holly grove 17 carnivore
Riding Through The City In A Tonka Toy..
I Got Old Money, Could've Bought A Dinosaur
Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford
And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors
Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, I'm A Hoe, you Know That I'm A Whore
Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monster Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cop's A Boy,
When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got You Boy, I'll Just Let The Big Mac Whopp You Boy
See My Dreads Hanging Like A Like A Roska Boy, My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy
We Run Up In You Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy (Uhh)
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
[Birdman:]
Yeah,
Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, you Better Know It's Gravy
If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby
Shit Goin be Crazy, Nigga Doing It Like The 80's,
Bunch of Young Niggas Poppin Off and They Spraying,
Up In The Early We Thank You For The Sunshine
Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,
Kiss Momma 'Cause We're Going Out and Getting Mines,
Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,
Shoe First Nigga Not Seeing Mines,
Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,
5 Drops, Of The Last Big Time,
Lord To The Game, Nigga Till It's My Time,
Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,
Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,
2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,
Doing Dougnuts In My Hood Getting Paper Bags..
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.
It be That Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)
[Birdman:]
Living Is Red, That How We Play It,
An Up Town Sr. Be Blood Till I'm Dead,
That's What I Said, I Put Some Change In your Head,
If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nothing But Bread,
50 Shots From High Nigga We Won't Stop,
From Putting Candy On The Slabs,
To Stirring The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,
Pull It and Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands
Niggas That Means Knots
[Lil Wayne:]
Bitch I'm a Boss
Bitch I'm a Boss
Bury Me Like My Father On The Cross
And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,
Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,
Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,
Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault,
Huh I Don't Jump On The Track, I Pull Forward,
I Got That S On My Chest I'm Supposed To Follow...
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead...
Bitch I'm From Dade County lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Trick Daddy, Rick Ross & others)
[DJ Khaled:]
Diaz Brothers
DJ Khaled
I rep my city
Dade County, let's go!
[Trick Daddy:]
Dade County stand up right now
Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Dade County, let it do what it do
[DJ Khaled:]
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my city
Miami, Listennn
[Trick Daddy:]
I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit
I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch
Yo I'm from down the way, you know--around the way
Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A
A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved
Look here, shit real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder
We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas
For on pray they raised to get money waist
We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade
Aye
[Chorus:]
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)
[Trina:]
305, it's my city
Yes, I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me
Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south
Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house
Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross:]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (whudd?!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She rollin' wit moa (moa!)
Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)
Khaled's the boss
Like Ricky's the Ross
Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source
Come here girl, lemme get you this
This one Rick try to get you rich
Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich
I'm out this sports, I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
[DJ Khaled:]
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this fo' us
Listennn
[Brisco:]
Yuh, I got money too
Bris', I be comin' thru
Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)
Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)
Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
[Flo-Rida:]
Ayy!
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em
Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas
M-I-A my niggaz, hommie we don't play
Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer
Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet
Come on the opposite side of the beach
They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep
Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean
That's when I top wanna say about your dreams
We on the tox' clippin' that clean
Holla on the block cause we under degrees
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy
Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy
We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County
You better know it, cause
[Chorus]
[C-Ride:]
Carol City on my mind, we mobbin' out the line
I'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines
We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets
You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef
Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,
I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it
Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho'
Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho!
[Dre:]
Unhh
From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka
D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)
I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty
Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city
Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime
They got rockin every city them niggaz back pounds of that purp'
Yeah--What it is, what it does, we are th-th-the best
I'm from the city where you need to were somebody go to fast
Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in
The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay
Nigga!!
[Chorus]
The Originators lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
[Krayzie Bone]
I Told Em Ima Get Up Get Out N Get Something
But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In the City Thuggin
Never Been A Nigga Thats Never DoneLess Than 100%
The Hustles Thats In Me My Thug Mentality
Showed Me What To Do To Improve My Salary
Dont Nobody Move Or You Could Be A Casualty
Why You Would Really Wanna Cross Paths With Me
One Nigga Left And They Thought We Was Done
Done Think You'll Get Rid Of The Twist Of The Tongue
They Thought We Was Finished But We Just Beginning
They Want Me Commited For The Murder 1
No Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die
Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme
Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm
Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My Cash Growin
And Ass Showin These Niggas Cant See Bone They Already Know
Came Down With A Style Unfamiliar Sound Thats How We Kicked In The Doooor
What It Be Like Bone Thug Nigga Born And Bred In The Cleveland Street Life
And Believe We Aint Goin Nowhere We Permanent Posted Up Like Street Lights
We Do It Still Get To It Undisputed Who Would Of Knew It
We Stay The Truest Suited And Booted
They Aint Doin It Like We Do It Do It!!
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
[Wish Bone]
Nigga tell the truth for you get inda booth
You know think about the bone flow for hoes
I aint nice like ??wanna split ya mouth
Betta get you that dough you old hoes
Wheres the respect when you cash that check (huh)
Nigga break bread well bust your head (yup)
Ill bring to it the heart rather leave em dead
Before my time but im still ahead
Of yall (all yall) like a nice bitch hit a nigga raw dawg (raw dawg)
And any nigga with him catch a sawed off (sawed off)
And im ready im ready know what it is
Nigga bow down(bow down)nigga show some love
Aint no hoes in us we can swing dem buds
We can share some blood (blood [x6])
Let a nigga loose ima smack him like i do (do)
Ima come and see you fuck that rappin in a booth (booth)
I aint no studio or nothin my name in yo mouth
And ima show you somethin fuck it
This the first time double back dumpin (dumpin)
Deep in the club they some suckas rush em (rush em)
Get it how we get it dont let the singin fool ya
We gets dirty dirty dirty never nervous
Nah aint no love there (aint love there)
Watch yo mouth or one day them thugstas yes
They will run up on ya (on ya) and thats when its over cus
We dont play no games so when we up on ya
Believe we gone let it rain
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
[Layzie Bone]
In the hood where its good yea we get respect
On any street man its time to bill collect
Its a promise little homie no need for threats
We da best in the business we breed the next
Nigga ride with a thug on a cleveland quest
We really aint mad at you clones
You gotta give credit where credit is due
Why wouldnt they give it to bone
If you ever gave props den a massive thanks
Now you thinkin how a master thanks
Way back in 94 stage stayed closed
We opend the door nigga get that bank
Flip that flow city to citymy niggas is gritty and ol boy
Reppin that bone thug mo thug thugline
Hit em with one rhyme they be like OH BOY (Oh boy)
Now most of the greatest done did it
And some of the latest done did it
Rest in peace to the b-i-g
Been 13 years and they still fuck with it
Jay-z done did it j.d done did it little bow wow did it and killed it
I love when a real nigga do they thang some wanna plead not guilty
Nigga get filthy aint no playa hation some of yall niggas its congratulation
Got your hand on my dick try to masterbate it
Let me bust in face since you had to taste it
Smash and takin whats rightfully mine
Nigga betta check my profile
Niggas is up in myspace eternally this be bones style (bone style)
[Chorus x2]
Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs
Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls
Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs
Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs
New York lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Jadakiss, Ja Rule, Fat Joe)
[DJ Khaled:]
This is, this is,
This is, this is,
Im about Unity,
Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida
Listennn,
[Chorus: Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[Jadakiss:]
Yo the hammer and the muzzle came together,
All I had did was hold on to the pieces untill the puzzle came together,
Before it all got hyped,
I was in the corridor,
Apple before it got riped.
So I aint gotta act like,
I'm on top of, or in front of them,
If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them,
Listenn I'm a different kind of boss,
I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth,
These niggas is different kind of soft.
Everybody know it all,
Nobody follow a protocal,
The money's only good until you blow it all.
Stacking every cents,
Guliani knocked John Gotti, What?
So now he's running for president.
It's a shame what the game's became,
But the truth is,
There's really nobody to blame,
But the music.
Lets give it a minute,
Wtih no wack gimmicks,
Just hard beats and rhymes,
blow breath back in it.
[Chorus: Jada and DJ khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[Fat Joe:]
Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this,
You claim king, but we in control of this,
Name another rapper you see on the streets,
huggin the block at the height of a beef,
Yellow tape and white sheets,
Yea that's my back drop whenever I speak,
I know alotta y'all would love to ice me,
make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy.
But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit,
Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant,
Joe's the business, Ask about me,
In the middle of the desert,
and they still can drought me.
You know Coka baby he stay on that new york shit,
You see weezy coming down on that forklift,
And money aint a thing, unless he come off with
Then Ima have to hit em with these little bricks often.
[Chorus: Fat Joe and DJ Khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[Ja Rule:]
New york, New York nigga never went no where,
I just took off a couple of years,
But Now I'm back on my day to day,
Old school, Gucci frames like day to day,
Who gone tell New york times up, Flava flav,
Cuz as much as things change it remains the same
And you can gimme the city of God
And Mecca, the temple, the mas
An inspiration, the inception, The art..
Of Hip Hip was born
And the rap game was formed
From niggas dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms
Against all odds,
and argue all day about who's a bigger star,
Joe, Jada, or Ja.
SO close but so far,
So many there's no star,
I can't belive Fifty Cent and NY fell off,
And L.A. came back, and the south is running shit,
Then one blood group, shit's all developing, NEW YORK
[Chorus: Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]
One's for the trouble,
Two's for the show,
Three's for the base and that limelight glow,
I know, you thinking that this game is over,
Oh no, the wait is over,
New York is back.
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side
Put em up high, lets ride because
New York is back
[DJ Khaled:]
Shouts out everyone
The Streets lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Willy Northpole, Shareefa)
[DJ Khaled:]
It's DJ Khaled, we the best
Shareefa, let's take it to the ghetto
[Shareefa:]
Oh my god, this life so crazy
Hustling to feed our babys
Times get hard, indeed I know
Raised without anything
Go for mine, don't wait for nobody
Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it
DTP, oh yes it's me
Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace
Talk is cheap, these bitches ain't valid
She in my lane, nigga I doubt it
Bout my bread, I'm chacing my doe
Always keep your enomies close
Down to ride, your people get ready
That be me in a pimped out Chevy
DTP, oh yes it's me
You can't stop me now, cause I'm hot right now
You can't stop me, no, you can't hold me back
Everytime I try to leave, these suckers pull me back
Oh my god, this life so crazy
Hustling to feed our babys
Times get hard, indeed I know
Raised without anything
Go for mine, don't wait for nobody
Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it
DTP, oh yes it's me
Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace
[Willy Northpole:]
On the street corner, got a duffle bag, boy
A bag of chips, call me the Ruffle bag boy
Yes I'm Cyrus, a hustler's virus
I'm infected, injected, money, power, respected
Necklace gloabal, wreckless flow
X's and Os, thug in the streets
Willy ruthlis, DTP, the money is stupid like dufis
Drop the roof is
The proof is I'm nice in the booth
Rappers get booted right in they tooth
If rappers want to, might as well shoot this
Back on it on the north with the Reefer
An Internet popper, and I can delete ya
I'm from the streets with killers and creatures
And I'm a drug dealer preacher
[Shareefa:]
Oh my god, this life so crazy
Hustling to feed our babys
Times get hard, indeed I know
Raised without anything
Go for mine, don't wait for nobody
Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it
DTP, oh yes it's me
Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace
Intro lyrics - DJ Khaled
In life, there's people that hustle
In life, there's people that grind
And there's We The Best music who make History
History is something that cannot be forgotten,
I've been through everyone black,
I have seen an overcome in the evilest hate ever that man can as ever wicknesses
They told me "no", and I told 'em "yes"
I have helped so many, and some have forgotten,
I have been challenged, and I always win
I have been to wars, and came out with no scares
I have been tested, and I always passed
This sound contains my pain, my blessings, the stars on this album is my voice,
The drums on this album is my heart beating,
People feel victory is just a win, Victory is a strouble, a journey of life,
Victory is accomplishment, Victory is a survival,
When you're on the way to tap, they cheer for you,
When you reach the top on the noun, they want you to die,
I speak to my music, I'm so hood, we takin' over, I'm out here grindin', I go hard, I am the street,
You can't stop what is destined to win,
When they say Khaled, they say Warrior, Loyal, the chosen one
It's so as the way that caused you that don't wanna see your grind
I tell 'em watch me now and learn,
I still find a way to forgive,
The more I hate, the more I love
Only Hallah can judge me
Welcome to my Victory
Born-N-Raised lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Trick Daddy, Pitbull & Rick Ross)
[DJ Khaled:]
I Work My Whole Life For
I Mean I Seen So Many Road Blocks
So Many Devils In My Way
But To Be Honest With You I See Nobody
I Am The Best
Lliiissstteennnn!!!!!!!!!
[Chorus:]
Born N Raised In The County Of Dade
[Continues]
[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!! Trick Daddy!! Rick Ross!! Pitbull!! Da Runnas!!
Lliisstteenn!!!!!!!
[Trick Daddy:]
A Nigga D-I-E I Be Fa Eva Thuggin Baby
Da Same Nigga Dats Y Da Streets Still Luv Me Baby
Bitch I'm From Dade County
See I'ma 7 Tre', Chevrolet, Impala, Dunk Rider
I Blo Ya Doors Off
U Race Yo Car Against My Car, Leave Yo Ass So Far You'll Doz Off
And When I Take Off Its Like I Took Off
And When I Ride By Its Like I Fly By
Its Like Slo Motion, All N 3 Deep
Cuz Like Errwhur I Go Dey Be Like Ya-Yo!!
I Fit Da Description, Black Tee N Dickies
Big Glock Wit Me, Of Dade County Nigga!
[Chorus:]
Born N Raised In The County Of Dade
[Continues]
[Pitbull:]
(Its Dat Lil Chico Pitbull, I Jus Like 2 Welcome Yall
2 Whur I Been Born, I Been Raised N Da County Of Dade Ya Know
Got Dem Boyz Dat Pass By N Dem Old Skool Chevys Wit Da Top Down
Bass Stay Bumpin, Make Trunk Rattle, Rear View Shake
Den Dey Look At U Wit Dem Bold Smiles And Let U Know Wat It Is Right)
I Been Born N Raised N Da County Dade, Da Land Of Da Haze, Da Cocaine Capital
We Ain't Jus Hittin U Buddy We Boyz Sappin Ya
We Comin Hard Like Dem Cubans N Da 80's Dawg
Go Ahead Throw In Da Pot I Bet Its Raw
(Pitbull Talkin Spanish Don't Get It)
Evernything Dat I Do Do, Everything Dat I Say Say
Everywhur Dat I Go I Let Em Know, Hey I From Da County Of Dade
Old Skool Chevy Heaven, Old Skool Niggas Preachin
Young Niggas Wildin, Getting Rich Off Keys And Violence
Trick He's Da Mayor, Luke He's Da King, I'm Mr. 305
Put Dat On A Triple Beam
I Bet It Weigh Out More Den A Boat Load Of Keys
Holla At Dem Haitians Let Em Know Dizz Licks Only Walk N Da Dade
[Chorus:]
Born N Raised In The County Of Dade
[Continues]
[Rick Ross:]
(U See Em, U See Em, Ross, U See Em, U See Em
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay
Trick, Pitbull, Dj Khaled, 305 M-I Yayo)
I Got Road Dawgs Doin Dat 20 To Life
U Try Me And Ima Get 20 2nite, U Think Ya Bitch Mad
Boy I Got 20 Of Lights, Not Da Car But Dey Know I Be Pushin Da White
Different Chevy N Surp, Digital Dash, No Bank Account
My Money N Bags, Go Thru Da Physics, Cuz When I Whip It
And I Luv To Whip It , Its Jus Anotha Digit, Dis My City, And My City
Ya Gotta Tot Fire!, Ova Town Will Bust Ya Head, Cuz It Wont Slide
Brown Sub Will Wet Cha Ass Like A Dunk Rider
Ya Dead Wrong Fa Thinkin Dem Chicos Wont Ride
Oval Lock Will Revolve Around Dat Big 4-5
Dem Lil Haitians Will Take Ya Ass For A Boat Ride
N Carol City Niggas Quick To Blot A Plain Wit It
Unpack Da Sack And Kill A Gang Wit It!
[Chorus:]
Born N Raised In The County Of Dade
[Continues]
[DJ Khaled:]
Yea Its DJ Khaled Don Dotta
Big Dawg, Pitbull, Terror Squadin
Aka Da Beat Ol' Wa Cain!!!!!!
R.I.P To My Dawg Uncle Al!!!
I Rep My City
Dade County
Gangsta Shit lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy, Bun B, Slick Pulla & Blood Raw)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Now I ain't really got time for the he say
she say yellin ova tracks like a motherfuckin DJ
Dey beggin for attention I'm beggin for a reason
masked up get these straps yeh it's unseasoned
These niggas broke they joke
laugh at you niggas sit back and smoke (Ha-Ha)
gangsta shit duffle bag full of bricks
Add it all up save for the chips
HOLY GUACOMOLE! datz a whole lot dip
12 months, run that's a whole lot of flips
well bury ya today datz a whole lot of trips
say he got six chevys now that's a whole lot of whips
(What's up)
[Chorus]
Gangsta shit gangsta shit the way I do my thang gansta shit
gangsta shit I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big azz chain
[Verse 2: Slick Pulla]
You recreate a shield you betta respect us
betta understand the game, these checks, not checkers
two chunked out chains we call dem double deckers
you comin for that saint nigga we bound to wreck ya
My niggas add flavor to the game like zeteran
bitch my 25th tool I'm a concrete veteran
We eat wheat niggas up like corn on the cob
you a hustla, naw don't quit ya day job!
[Verse 3: Blood Raw]
Errbody claim reson errbody kno the game
I call dem trap actors half the niggas lame
but on the real shit
Felons still tow the heap
real thug bread O.G. like Bun B
Jeezy from the hood
Slick from the gutta
we to real ova here to fall out like Cash Money brothers
Naked boy smith
ran for Evan Smith
Ross facin life and that's rich now that's Gangsta Shit!
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Bun B]
Cali gon cali ridin tall in his saddle
pullin up low and with that choppa I'm ready for battle
it's gangstas from San Francisco and up to Seattle
We ain't with all that snitchin shit so mane go and get tattle
I'm a dirty south legend and thou shall honor the team
from the land of the long hard
Where we home sellin D
get that dirt weed local
not the indo ship
not to mention the gallons of promenthezine that we sip
Grammy Family lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kanye West, Consequence & John Legend)
[Chorus: Kanye]
Oh it can't Be
G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B
But you niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami
[Kanye West]
GLC gon be stoned as Angie
I be Don C, Johnny Patron, and me
It's a celebration bitches more bottles of cham-p-aign
In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain
And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn
dawg I can't keep sayin G.O.O.D music the greatest latest
stuntin out the middle of nowhere like Vegas
From the chi the city of hella haters
where we keep rising to the top like elevators
Hi haters I'm back of hiatus I feel just like you I mean even I hate us
Turn the radio down I mean every song
Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian
Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on
Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin
Nas done told you come on homie we major
Really Doe told you hoes where we staying
G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playing
Dawg it can't be
G.O.O.D. music the Grammy family
A little bit a stuntin flickin dawg it ain't deep
I'm only trying to spend what they claim you can't keep
before you die so I make sure I stay on the Chi side
like Lakeshore Drive, The Grammy Family
[Consequence]
uh,uh,uh
Ghea uh,uh it's the Cons fool.. word
Oh it can't Be
G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B
And after music meetings wit evenings with Angie
It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me
And we, be in Miami
So when they spot me in Bentley it's gon be a stampede
cuz we be racing Bentleys no different than Grand Prix's
fam please, don't make my man squeeze
And we can take it to the cars and I'll show you the hand speed
I started independent with owners from land speed
But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed
And sense I got my shot like I was call and man b
I hope they lose they spot guarantee a plan B
We'll be waiting in the telli like Jamie and Fancy
prolly paintin they nails in nuthin but they panties
And we'll be up town Jimmy and Camby
headin to the game to watch Kenyon and Camby
They can't breathe or hardly catch they next breath
And I know my nigga Ye told you we was the best dressed
I know I got a buzz so plan up the next step
So what ya'll wanna do when it comes to that next check
And bet Quence and Khaled know what the business is
So open up them envelopes you know who the winners is
Oh, Oh, Oh, The Grammy Family
[John Legend]
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
On Grammy night call it G.O.O.D. family night
Celebrate tonight
Oh it's alright, it's alright... yeah
Problem lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Beanie Sigel & Jadakiss)
[Intro talking]
[Beanie Sigel]
B. Sig in the muthafucka holla at cha boy
Yea Beat Novakane aka Mr. Miami aka Get the Fuckin Job Done
[Verse 1]
[Beanie Sigel]
Yea, when I copp its 4 doors I'm to big for a coup nigga
An when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas
An I don't trust a nigga as far as I can throw em
Even though I'm feeling strong enough I prolly can roof niggas
Yea, Ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so its off with the suits
Back to Fateegs, black tee’s an Timbaland boots Nigga
The year is new, I want my spot back take 2
Matter fact take the whole click who you know can fly by in the 05-06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
You know I still fuck with State P still fuck wit Dame Dash still fuck wit Jay-Z
Still real steel still recognize real I still feel it in the air
We kill at will here
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
[Verse 2]
[Jadakiss]
Yo you gotta hole in you and you bleedin
So its not like I'm just callin you "Pussy" for no reason
Me? I'm a bastard I hit the blunts till I gotta cough then I pass em
Exhaust on the Ashton, that next choice you make might be ya last one
Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the King of New York now?
Boys got safe in the house, I gotta vault now
From my old grams still, wit my old fam still
Still gettin wireless head that's with no hands
Listen My grandma in compensation compares to yalls is way beyond exist-ions
D-Block daddy new black Caddi comin through knockin Micheal McDonald and Patty
P's of haze is still goin for 8 in the Nati
Rather have God arrest me then Satan ta bag me (Get Serious!)
I'll gladly involve ya moms, Al-Quada Jada I'm only involved with bombs (Uh)
Put my life on it
soon as you put in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it
I been givin to niggas for years I'm responsible for niggas careers Muthafucka!
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
[Verse 3]
[Beanie Sigel]
Hold ya head up Cass don't stress wait a come on fast
Keep to yaself just try not ta come off ass
Cause these niggas ain't playin fair
You know stay on ya square, handle ya biz be the man you say you is
I always been that nigga I said I was
You get booked don't budge look at the judge
An stand up an man up an never play those games
Real niggas don't say no names
[DJ Khaled talking]
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Donnta the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
aka the Beat Novakane I'ma problem my album drops june 6th LISTEEENNN!
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
[Beanie Sigel talking]
Yea, B. Sig fresh out the federal building, fresh on the bricks
Breathin that good air after doin a year and a day man holla at cha boy man
I want my spot back man for real man move over
the king is back to sit in his seat, Holla at cha boy nigga!
Suck a dick with aids on the tip, NOT GUILTY BIOTCH!
Holla At Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne, Paul Wall, Fat Joe, Rick Ross & Pitbull)
[Cool & Dre]
This is...this is
This is...and he goes by the name of
[Lil Wayne]
Yeah you got the right one, it's Weezy fucking baby
And if your woman looking, I'll let the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we whylin in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile 'em in the phantom
They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
It's cash money baby, it's Young Money bitch
Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a fresh prince
Nigga I'm a young king, nigga I'm a Bun B
Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't looking at y'all (She can't see)
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Holla at me, what it do, what it is
You ain't never seen a player like this (Holla at me baby)
I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
I'm a monster, I do it real big
You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
You can see me from a far I'm the shit
Scream at me what it do, what it is (what it do)
[Paul Wall]
It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
Chunk a deuce, sip a deuce, pouring up big goose vodka
Lone star beast straight up out the H
Sure stopping all the hate, sipping on the ski taste
I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
'Cause they see me in a foreign riding on a pointed glass
Getting cash is my number one task
Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
I'm a grit boy looking for an ass like Ketoya
Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
My boy Toy I E got to sleep
And we got to see and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like an ass whipping
The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't tripping, I'm trill
That's why I'm posted with Khaled 'cause he real one
A hundred baby like a bill, holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
We sent Campbell in 'cause he got goggles on
And he's pushing something far and it's fucked
Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do the fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
Who wanna come test the kid
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
She a motherfucking sex machine, holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
Stunting in a magnum riding with my hat low
Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
Know that I'ma veteran, million dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses
Known for the Benz's, chrome on the Bentleys
Smoking on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dawg, talk to 'em Paul Wall
[Chorus]
[Pitbull]
It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A
Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade
I owe my future to
Last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun shine stayed, well that should've
Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
Harlas and priests
These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
Ahora loca, mueva la cadera, abre la boca aye viene la madera
[Chorus]
Addicted lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Juelz Santana)
Eh Khaled, you done playing with them?
Santana
About to give them some real street shit
Big drop, gotta look big, nigga
I grew up small, I had to look big, nigga
I had the moddo, like "look big, nigga"
It ain't about what small or what look big, nigga
When this small barol in your face, it look big, nigga
Push big niggas to the point where they don't wanna push small niggas
To the point, get the point, nigga?
Crack dealer I been, since I don't know when
8, 9, 10, na, I don't know when
I know I started early, started young, started dumb
Started out as a runner, started out making my run
I whent from bits and pieces, to bricks and sneakers
Fox was like "here, give this to Kiesha"
Tell Kiesha to get that to T
Tell T "get that back to me"
Get the drill sargent, I lay it down like a drill sargent
Straight out of boot camp
My soldiers in the field marching
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3
Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made
Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man
I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man
I'm addicted
Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know
I'm addicted
Murder, death, kill, anything goes
I'm addicted
I honor death before dishonor
I'm addicted
This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted
Come through on the first?
Good, cause I make my best moves on the first
First of the third, I be workin theGotta break 'm all down, so every person gets surved
I'm addicted to this life for me
I live it, it's just right for me
I can't coap with being broke, I never could
Plus I prommised myself I never would
Plus I can't forget the fact I have that
Wrist when it comes to whippin, bring that Crack back
I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin, bringing that Crakck back
Cam, pass me the ice, BlackjOr should I say magic
Pardin my slang, it's pardt of my bad habits
Pardin my ring, it's just part of my swagger
You don't like it, nigga, pardin my swagger
I told a chick I'm addicted
To holding my dick with my right hand and posing for pictures
I told her quick "I'm sort of a pimp, bitch"
Or more of a hustler, and one you should get with
It's none like me
Not two, not three, not one like me
Can't none get it done like me
Not him, not him, damb sure not her like me
Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made
Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man
I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man
I'm addicted
Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know
I'm addicted
Murder, death, kill, anything goes
I'm addicted
I honor death before dishonor
I'm addicted
This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted
Destroy You lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Krayzie Bone & Twista)
(This is, this is, this is
Yeah.. yeah, uh-huh, uh uh, c'mon)
[Intro: Krayzie Bone]
Yeah check it out y'all, it's them Bone Thug niggaz
In the house with that nigga Twista, DJ Khaled
Duece-double-oh-six, we 'bout to do it like this - yo
[Chorus 2X: Krayzie Bone]
Just like that 9-millimeter comin to heat ya
Nigga we come straight for ya, out to destroy ya
They better believe as soon as they creep up
Niggaz gon' see how my tongue kill just like my gun, gun
[Twista]
Twista spit it for hustlers, Twista spit it for hoes
But I'm 'bout servin these haters like I'm servin that 'dro
Spit for my gangstas and killers that'll put one in yo' dome
Spit it for my ballers and thugs that's addicted to chrome
Either rims or the thumper, now you ain't gotta wonder
What a Twista and here I go and never on drama
With purple 'bout a pound, and my truck I pound the sounds
And my 24's got blades on them that spin round and round
Back on the scene now, and I'm always seen high
Still flow motion overdosin, smokin on green now
When I'm on them Jordans, 20's look like 17's now
Sportin throwback Jordans from when I was 17 now
Still I'm steady (Po' Pimpin), still spinnin and hustlin
Still (Adrenaline Rushin) like when the pendulum's cuttin
Album comin out soon, but I already had props
Pullin Benz's up on the block before I met yo' pop
[Chorus]
[Twista]
The Twista, playa balla, slash pimp MC
Straight from Chi-Tizzle my nizzle, never gon' get rid of me
On some (this is, this is) and they call us C.M.T.
When they drop on how pop on about how it's so fly bein me
With a lethal chemistry, put them in your memory
When you want that original sound, it's either him or me
The most underrated artist in this whole industry
If rappin was the NBA I'd be Michael Finley
Still I'm bendin and grinnin, still I got pull in the club
Still I'm poppin my collar, grindin on girls in the club
Servin 50's, rims is bigger but I got love for the dub
They love the Twist' like love for the chief, and love for the thug
Cause I got that com' game, and I got that bomb flame
Let alarms ring when you hear the don's name
I copped the H-2-1's, some throwbacks like LeBron James
This time around I'ma let my nuts and my platinum charms hang
[Chorus]
[Twista]
T be poppin them tags, T be coppin them Jags
And if the T do a stick-up you be droppin them bags
And I'm from where they cock hats instead of rockin them rags
And if they ain't cockin them hats they be cockin them mags
T be thuggin and clubbin, "Oh Twista that look tight"
Don't every time he step in the party he look so nice?
I'm officially fresh in my gear as I'm rockin mo' ice
And the Mitchell & Ness from the year when I used to flow like
Annilisms are my verbal metabolisms
Shadow's prisms and my thug mannerism's of cataclysm manor
Causin some dis-establishment-arianism
I vary in wisdom, wins only cause I'm carryin ism and um
A street lyrical phantom, full of verses when I chant 'em
When this shit here hit the street it's gon' be the ghetto's anthem
[DJ Khaled]
Bone Thugs, Twista, DJ Khaled, LISTENNN!
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Shouts out to Steve Lobel
Krayzie Bone, Bone Thugs, Swizz Beatz I see you
Twista, shit's crazy right here
Cool & Dre on the track
It's DJ Khaled, historical, I'm a problem!
LISTENNN!
Never Be Nothing Like Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Homeboy, Lil Scrappy)
[Intro - Lil Scrappy]
O-K-K-K
BME
O-K-K-K
G's up, this yo boy Lil' Scrappy
DJ Khaled, (Let Em' Kno) So get your G's up
[Chorus - Lil Scrappy]
You can be as fuckin real as you want
And hard as you will
But you will never be nothin like me
You can rock with the 12's in the trunk
Get so drunk
But you will never be nothin like me
You can go and fuck with a hoe
A pocket full of dough
But you will never be nothin like me
Yea yea you wanna act hard
I can tell in your eyes you will never be nothin like me
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Born, Devil riches son the second
My daddy blessed me with a wonderful weapon
Hoes see me and they keep on stepin
So my momma took me to school taught me pimpin lessons
Oh, I kno you ain't tryin ta call your people
Cause I got people that'll sue your ego
Sum of em in the club with a desert eagle
U ain't gone win a fight unless you got it like we do
Equal, naw nigga we ain't equal
U said you pop cris they wouldn't believe u
Look at the time it's way past your curfew
I'm a back up cause I don't wanna hurt u
Aw man these niggas throwin bottles on the stage
I'm a still go out and rep the A
If you take it outside I'm a get the cake
Aye shorty I said get up out my face
But anyways
Ya'll niggas don't kno me, don't kno my name
Jus kno me by my fortune and fame
They want me to b humble shorty but I can't
Don't get all mushy eyed shorty let me explain
There's alot of mothafuckas out there that hate
I might catch a case cause I gotta gun on my waist
People out seein what kinda moves ya make
Scrapper get the hell away from a nigga that's fake, aye
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Lil Scrappy]
You say you hot but you ain't dat
Your shit weed, and my shit crack (damn)
If I rob you, I ain't givin that back
If I steal your girl shorty jus call me the mack, (scrap)
The Scrap
Show her P-I-M-P
If they hatin shorty then you need betta delivery
I'm from the A-Town, Southeast, Zone 3
If ya touch me then you get your ass beat
Some of ya'll lames ain't got enough on your track sheet
To clap me you gone need a crowd to see me
Look in the mirror I kno you wanna b me
Mad cause your girl on my dick like bologne
Look dude, I don't want you nowhere near me
I'm a real G nigga and that's clearly
If ya come around I'm a knock ya silly
If ya can't hear me then ya got to feel me (Yea)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Homeboy]
(What my name is?)
H-O-M-E boy
Through a microscope, you niggas can't see me-e boy
If you jump inside my body could'ntbe me-e boy
Bullets bust on sight so freely-e boy
I'm a monster, evil, Chucky me Freddy Krueger
Bitch nigga I will do ya, with 9 millimeter rueber
I'm hell on earth now that's what they told me
Hotter than the flames in hell, so hell could'nthold me
No man control me
Follow no one, I'm a leader
I'm Homeboy, Bitch I'm off the mothafuckin meter
Right now or tomorrow I'm a see ya when I see ya
Cock back and make me pop the lid off the pringles
C'mon, once I step outside of my zone
Bullets fly jus like that star wars attack of the clones
Listen up got some shit that'll part your hair round here
We from Georgia, it's the spot
We some bears down here
[Chorus]
Candy Paint lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Slim Thug, Trina & Chamillionare)
[Intro - Slim Thug]
Yeah
Slim Thugga (Thugga)
My nigga DJ Khaled huh
Huh MIA to H-town mothafackas
We ridin' candy
[Chorus x2 - Slim Thug]
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
[Verse 1 - Slim Thug]
Slim Thugga
That candy paint shinin', 5th wheel reclinin'
Rollin' on 4s grippin' wood with the diamonds
Yella and white in my mouf, got em blindin'
If you lookin' fo Thugga,
I'll tell you where to find him
I'm MIA in that MIA,
Fuckin' with my nigga Khaled and that Cool and Dre
Tryna play it how they play, 24s on the dump
Sittin' high in the sky, lookin low at the pump
Got a trunk full of beat, and a freak in every seat
On my way from freeway to the presidential suite
And b you lookin' weak without chrome feet
And if you ain' got candy then yo ride ain' complete
We 100 cars deep, down on South Beach
And I ain' tryna leave till I got 2 a piece
At least, that's how the south bossput it down
You can find me in ya town, with the cleanest suck around
With the
[Chorus: x2]
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
[Verse 2 - Trina]
Yep
Alot of people said that I would not last
Cuz I'ma Dade County off of 15th ave
You remember Mr. Wonderful, that's my dad
Kept my toes on marble flo's, swimmin' in cash
My mama name 'Nessa, taught me the game
16 ladies rollin with a fly ass chain
Use to ride through the city, in hollywood benz
God blees the dead, I'ma see you again
I was the baddest at the west, I'll take yo man
I sneak him into Strawberry's after pack jam
Or Miami Nights, at Miami nights
We was up all night, till they cut the street lights
But now I been crowned as the queen
M-I-YAYO home of the triple beam, ya' mean
DJ Khaled put it on
Diamond Princess, a star is born
I'm on my grown, yes
[Chorus: x2]
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Yea, Yea, Yea What up Khaled
Ay, I'm pullin' up in somethin' you should take a picture of
Liftin' up the lambo do's, go and give yo chick a hug
Paint wetter than the suds in ya kitchen cuz
Larger than a dove, and it don't feel like O.J. Simpsons glove
Reincarnate Picaso out of the grave,
And still couldn't compete with the way my ride is sprayed
Rims stayin' on the run like a runaway slave
The top is chop-chop, like a summer day fade
Vallet be slippin' slidin' when they standin' by this caddy
My paint wet (yup) watch it do the trick daddy
Me and E got fly rides, if you want it then get at me
If it fit then I don't want em they suppose to fit barely
I made straight As in spanish Khaled they must have forgot though
(Khaled:How many cars Koopa?) Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Add another cuatro, I got another drop so
I'm buildin' a garage on top of the one I got (oh)
Tell the maker of the Chevy that I'm ridin' silly (silly)
Turn it up, heavy bass'll make it poppa willy
I know my cheese is at stake but I'm not from Philly
Jackers watchin', plottin', so Chamilly went and cop a milly
[Chorus: x2]
Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Ca-Candy paint drip look clean then a mug
Got beat with chrome feet drop 24s on em
Drop 24s on em, put 24s on em
[Outro - DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled (Khaled)
Dade County to Houston connection right here (right here)
Slim Thug (Thug)
Trina
Chamillionaire
BD Gunz I see you
Fat what up
Oh yeah, It's that ride out music
You naw mean
Yea
Listennn [echos]
MIA lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne)
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
Until they re-build New Orleans
That's where I stay
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me
I'ma South Beach soulja, hold ya horses
Porsche's, Rolls, Royce's
De-cisions, choices, make 'em
Puerto Rican face, but her booty is Jamaican
Breasts Brazilian, she, talk familiar
Her look will hurtcha, her walk will kill ya
Now I'm with Khaled, he got me a mansion
How come every girl up in here look like an actress?
Baby girl, if i find my camera, I'll point that thing directly at ya
My wrist is a bitch and my neck, a bastard
I rap but I don't get paid like rapper's
I'm fresh, I'm cool, dapper
All white tennis shoes, look like napkins
I'm strapped, yup I keep that clappa
I point that thing directly at ya
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
Until they re-build New Orleans
That's where I stay
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me
Come tru ya town, ya know me, officer shot down
Hot girl l'wanna jump around for me sound
Fireman and burn the whole block down, say
Dontcha eva eva bring the fuck-boy around
Hustlin in the street, ya gotta make the cash money
Khaled lemme see ya workin for the Cash Money. ---- in 2007! god damn
Me so New Orleans, can't take that from me
But gangsta's don't die, they jus move to Miami
Yea, hop on the bike and peel
Come down Collins on one back wheel
Baby, I'm the hottest, and that's for real
Come to the condo, in ass and heels
Have a drink, have some pills
And make her think I'm Shaq O'Neal
If she won't tell, then I won't squeal
It's the sunshine state, and I'm glad I'm here
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
Until they re-build New Orleans
That's where I stay
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me
Okay we movin' baby
On our way to Little Haiti
I gotta chick with a baby
She cook curry-chicken and gravy
Lauderdale, hood as hell
But when I'm there, I'm good as well
Yeah, Dade County where you at?
Liberty City, and Opa Locka, in the back
Okay we movin' baby
On our way to Little Haiti
I gotta chick with a baby
She cook curry-chicken and gravy
Lauderdale, hood as hell
But when I'm there, I'm good as well
Yeah, Dade County where you at?
Liberty City, and Opa Locka, in the back
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
One day up in M.I.A., hey
Until they re-build New Orleans
That's where I stay
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
So, one time for the 3-oh-5, yea
Now shake ya ass for me, shake ya ass for me
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